I did a sick, sick thing to my love. 

My lack of loyalty, it swallowed her up. 

And she cooks me food. 

She squirmed and turned like a skeleton key. 



She left her man unattended to me. 

Don't call me that. 

Don't claim you love me 

cause you know that ain't true. 



And you're finally free 

to twist and turn like a skeleton key. 



You've gotta let me know. 

You've gotta let me know. 



I did a horrible thing to that girl. 

I bread my misery and drowned it in her. 

And she got me high, 

And I hardly noticed there were tears in her eyes. 



And I miss you less and less everyday. 

This stream of whisky helps to wash you away. 



And it's clear to see, 

You're nothing special. 

You're a skeleton key. 



You've gotta let me know. 

You've gotta let me know. 

You've gotta let me know. 

You've gotta let me know. 



Whooo!